This post was supposed to be up 2 days ago.

I was writing this 2 days ago at an internet cafe. I had only paid for an hour. Just before I clicked on "publish post" my hour was up and my computer logged me off. Most annoying indeed. So pretend it's Friday the 27th and I'm in Liverpool...because neither of those things stand true at the moment, as I type away from an internet cafe in London.

Today Rob, Dave, and I were walking around the city centre in Liverpool when we saw this seagull standing in a sea of pigeons. It was walking around bullying all the pigeons and feeling quite good about itself. At one point it picked a pigeon up with its beak! The pigeon was sandwiched in between its beak. I thought the seagull was going to snap the pigeon in half. I shrieked and grabbed Dave's arm in a "do- something-stop-this-bird-bullying-madness" kinda way. The pigeon started flapping its wings and the seagull finally let go. The whole thing lasted only for about 5 seconds or so, but it was the scariest and most scarring 5 seconds of this entire trip. Rob, Dave, and I continued to walk around town, but the rest of the day wasn't the same. We continued on with our day, but with a little less hope, and a little more "WTF WAS THAT??" If you see any birds out there exhibiting this behaviour call 1 800 BIG BIRDS ARE AHOLES.

"Excuse me Mr. local man there, which why to Kmdx!hi? You've never heard of it? You don't say..."

This is why you travel...

(and by you I mean me)

a. To mispronounce street names and look like an asshole.

b. To look at the wrong side of the road and get run over. So far I've been fine but Zina almost got run over twice and almost gave me heart attacks and aneurysms in the process.

c. Eat the "local" food until you get sick of said local food and go back to eating Thai, Indian, or Chinese. Unless you're in Thailand, India, or China. Then you're screwed.

d. To carry heavy crap on your back from trains to buses to trains, all the while feeling your shoulder muscles turn to rock.

e. Mess with your own accent to mess with the locals.

f. Try to copy the locals' accents and get beat up.

g. Pronounce the word about "aboot"

h. Generally lie about Canada.

i. Make fun of the local currency (the size of the coins, the lack of 25 cent coins, the way the Queen looks funny when you hold the bill/coin from a certain angle)

j. Befriend at least one local, preferably a big strong one who can protect you against the other locals who're after you because of the whole "accent" thing.

"Heaven take my soul, and England keep my bones!" (random Shakespeare quote for lack of a better heading)

Hey folks. Sorry I didn't write earlier. I accidentally set the language on my blog account to Korean. It took me forever to figure out that it wasn't just some random computer screw up and that I needed to fix it myself! Anyway, here I am at an internet cafe in a small town called Exeter in the south west of England. Zina and I arrived here by train this morning from London.

London was big. London was pretty. But London was too busy for us most of the time, and could only give us the time of day when we took the time to figure her out. So we said, "Screw you London. We're only spending 4 days here anyway. Tomorrow, it's off to the small towns in the south." Actually, London was a lot of fun. Highlight: we caught some Broadway shows. We got all our tickets on sale but still spent a ridiculous amount of money when you take the conversion into account.

The train ride from London to Exeter was really exciting. I slept through most of it but I was excited cause I never take the train. Not a real train anyway (skytrain...you just got dissed). When we got to Paddington station it was a little Harry Potter-esque. I know nothing about Harry Potter so that last sentence has little merit. But Zina agreed with me and she's a Harry Potter geek. Anyway, tomorrow we're wanting to do that high wire zip course thing at the Haldon National Park. Apparently it's only 10 miles away but no one knows how to get there! We've gone to the train station, the bus station and have asked numerous people on the streets and operators on the phone but have gotten mostly sketch details. We're determined however. It's the main reason we came to Exeter. Anyway, the internet cafe closes in 1 minute so I should go. Wish us luck. I'll write again when I get to Liverpool.

Blogging? I have one?

I can't believe my last post was over a year ago! Well, I'm back. For better or for boring. I have finished packing and everything's a go-go. I felt like posting something up here but now have realized I don't really have much to say. So here are some photos I've taken this past week. The highlights if you will...

Spending the day out in Ladner helping the VanderKuips fix up their new place. Though I'm not really doing a lot of fixing in this photo.



Spending 1 to 8 pm at the Commercial Drive and Main street Car Free Day



Going out for drinks and saying goodbye to friends earlier tonight. This is a truly international bunch, come to think of it. Tanzin (the other brown girl in the pic) and I are the only locals. Besides us, you've got a French, an Aussie, and an English dude. Max, Kris, and Darren, respectively. Friends + pub food = awesome + fat.